Well, it's a new year. A big year. In 12 days I turn 22. In 128 days I'll be a college graduate. And in 129 days I'll be a grown-up. Well, sort of. In the mean time my mind will probably continue to be cluttered with questions about where to work and where to live. I'll be checking off the remaining items on my list of things to do before I leave Rock Hill (don't laugh, it's a pretty exciting list). And somewhere, in the back of my mind, I'll be wondering what kind of legacy I'm leaving. That sounds so dramatic or something. But in the midst of these dramatic changes in my life, I think I'm allowed to write about these sorts of things. It seems appropriate to think about how I want people to remember me. As for the people who have been a part of my life through the high school and college years, I'm not sure if they will think of the mistakes I've made and the people I've hurt or if they will think of the laughs and fun (but mostly stupid) stuff we did when they hear my name. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, they'll remember that even though I was far from perfect, I loved God and tried to love others.
There isn't much I can do to change the way people will reflect on the last 21 years of my life. But I can decide what I want people to remember about the next 21. I don't know what my life will look like 5 months from now. I could be in London or Atlanta or Charlotte. Maybe I'll be working at a top advertising agency or writing media releases for a major sports team or filing papers for some executive somewhere. Wherever I end up, I have a chance to start over. To put my priorities in order and reflect those values that are most important to me. I have a chance to create a legacy for myself. Here's what I've got so far:
My name is Jennifer. I believe in the one, true God. I like dresses with pockets and strings of pearls.
